It's funny that I thought it was over. It was over to start dealing with everything coming as a mountain grow, double times hard than it was earlier. But I took a deep breath. And while holding my breath I was praying to God, please don't let them laugh at me again. I promised to myself that I wouldn't run away this time when I see the first difficulty. Maybe I would use my time outs. But will not be a running away, to deal with the newer similar difficulties in different shapes.
Now the game started. I was having bunch of punches from life over and over. Then I made a quick move to the right of him and punched back with the power of my dreams to his stomach of reality. Life was knocked out.
But he is recovering quickly.... I'm now smudged to this reality bubble, must get rid of these real illusions...
I remember the wise old man saying, that life is not as it seems, you must always run after your dreams, that way you can choose your reality to be as visual as the ones that you didn't choose to be in.
